Bound to You

Chapter 11

Jimin was casually sprawled on the bed, silky navy blue sheets pulled up to his chest.

"I told you to stay out of this room," Viper said when he brought him food.

Jimin ignored his words. In the past six days since Taehyung had left, he had perfected the art of ignoring Taehyung's head of security. It wasn't difficult. He didn't know what Taehyung had told Viper, but these days the beefy guard barely dared look at him when he brought him food. It was kind of funny. It was a stark contrast to the way the guy had behaved before: the look in Viper's eyes used to make Jimin uncomfortable whenever Viper had visited him. Now the guy barely glanced his way, even when he scowled and berated Jimin for something.

"He'll be angry if he comes back and finds you here," Viper persisted.

Jimin shrugged. "He should have locked the room from my side, then," he said, turning on the TV and making himself comfortable against the fluffiest pillows. The TV was the main reason he had been hanging out here more often than in his own room, choosing to ignore Viper's disapproval when he'd caught him in Taehyung's room for the first time several days ago.

Jimin was a social person. He'd never been all that good at entertaining himself, and nothing had been happening. Sometimes he would see the guards laughing, drinking, and exchanging dirty jokes in the backyard. Sometimes he would hear distant sounds of drunken songs and laughter through the door. It seemed that with the boss gone, Taehyung's men became far too relaxed and undisciplined. Jimin was positive that if he hadn't been locked up in the rooms, he could have slipped away unnoticed. He could have escaped.

"You aren't supposed to be here," Viper gritted his teeth.

Jimin sat up and poured himself some coffee and sipped it, studying Viper over the rim of his mug. He knew Viper wanted him; he had noticed it from the first day. He was pretty sure Viper was latent homosexual or bi-sexual or whatever. Point is he wanted him. He did consider using Viper to escape, but the idea of seducing him turned his stomach. He couldn't do it. Not only was he not attracted to the guy in the least, but he also felt anything but safe with him. Unlike Taehyung.

"I'm pretty sure it's you who isn't supposed to be here," Jimin said calmly. "You're supposed to bring me food and then get the hell out of this room. Your boss wouldn't be pleased to find out you're disobeying his orders." Jimin couldn't deny it felt good to know that Taehyung's orders were protecting him. Obviously Taehyung had some ulterior motives for giving such orders, but the fact remained that Viper could do nothing to him. And they both knew it.

Viper scowled and stormed out, cursing and muttering something along the lines of 'Jimin was going to regret it once Taehyung returned'.

Jimin chewed on his lip. Truth be told, he wasn't all that sure Viper was wrong. Strictly speaking, Taehyung hadn't explicitly allowed him to hang out in his bedroom. He had simply left him in this room after...

Sighing, Jimin set his mug down and started channel-surfing, trying to ignore the restless feeling under his skin. The time was dragging so slowly. It was Thursday, Taehyung wasn't supposed to be back until tomorrow, and Jimin felt itchy with impatience. It was just...He felt like he was stuck in limbo, waiting for any news from the outside world. It had been almost a month since his kidnapping, and he had so many questions and no answers. He kept wondering what was happening to his family and friends. He was worried about Hoseok: his friend had been far too depressed to be left alone for so long. Was Hobi even eating? And surely Jimin's father must know by now that he had been kidnapped. Had he been contacted already? His mother? Was there any ransom demand?

Jimin frowned. It didn't make any sense, though. Taehyung didn't exactly need money. He was filthy rich, his official net worth making him one of the wealthiest men in South Korea (and Jimin had little doubt his official net worth wasn't anywhere close to his actual net worth). It wasn't money Taehyung was after, why was Jimin even here? Sure, the whole kidnapping thing could be a simple act of revenge against his father, but....Jimin looked down at himself, the sweater that he was wearing and the silk sheets that draped his lower half. The well heated room. The lavender shampoo, the strawberry body wash and the pretty bath-bombs in the bathroom, along with the softest towels, the exquisite food that he was provided at all times of the day – point is, he hadn't been harmed, at all. (well, excluding the few times before Taehyung's arrival).

Fuck, it was all so bewildering and frustrating—even without taking into account the...the thing between him and Taehyung that was becoming hard to ignore.

Twice. It had happened twice already.

It wasn't even the blowjobs that bothered Jimin. It was the attraction, the sheer strength of it, the almost slavish intensity of that pull. What should one call attraction to a cold, manipulative man one didn't even like? A major case of stupid.

Jimin laughed out loud. Yep, definitely. It was so stupid. He had promised himself he was done getting involved with assholes. He had promised. He wanted to meet a nice guy, fall in love, and start a family with him. A real family. A husband. Lots of kids. A nice, cozy house filled with laughter, joy, and love. Hobi and Seokjin both called him a hopeless sap, but Jimin wasn't ashamed of his dreams. Having grown up with a distant father and a mother who had lived separately for most of his life, he had always yearned for a home and family. Being gay complicated everything a little—or a lot, considering what a homophobe his father was—but Jimin refused to give up on his dream. It was the twenty-first century. Gay people could get married in some countries. There were ways to have children, too: adoption, surrogacy. Although, Jimin preferred surrogacy more. His dreams were achievable. He just had to find a nice man to build a life with—and stop getting hung up on assholes.

Jimin smiled crookedly. But here I am. Taehyung made all his ex-boyfriends seem like saints in comparison. His exes were just assholes; they weren't even in the same league as Taehyung, who actually did things like kidnap people—and probably things far worse than that. And yet he let the guy touch him and shove his dick down his throat whenever Taehyung wanted. Hell, he had been eager for that. He got so snappy when Taehyung didn't visit him for five days. It was so embarrassing, even by his pitiful standards. Seokjin would call him an idiot on his face and be absolutely right.

Sighing, Jimin focused his attention on the TV screen. It was showing some anime and Jimin found himself giggling at the scene.

"What are you doing here?"

Jimin's smile slipped from his face.

"Look, I told the brat to leave, but he didn't obey. He—" Jimin heard Viper's voice.

"Get out" Taehyung's voice was cold, his eyes trained on Jimin.